Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

Perhaps the most frustrating dream to have, was a dream where you received no clues at all. At least that was Peter's view on things. He saw terribly disturbing things in his dreams. Demons and Templar torturing people...or himself. Bodies twisted into unnatural positions to mock God. Rivers of blood. London burning. And the occasional dancing penguin, though so far he was glad that that one hadn't come true, though he would be much happier if none of them had come to pass.

( Distractions )

Peter was sitting in his room with Baby Thomas in his lap. He was also researching the Great Fire of London, because even though the fire he'd seen in his dream was obviously meant to happen now and now 1666, he thought there might be something in there he was supposed to get. Names, dates, places...sometimes the dreams were obscure like that. While he read, he bounced Thomas in his lap while the baby made excited, happy noises. "Eugh. Burned alive!? I mean..." Peter looked down at his infant son. "Cuddled alive. That's what I meant... Oh bugger it, you didn't understand anyway, right?"

( Not ALL family are so wonderful... )

Peter let himself into his childhood home as Hope ran past him out of it. "Er...bye!" He called to her and he chuckled as she simply waved at him over her shoulder and ducked into a taxi at the end of the long drive. Peter stepped into the two story entrance hall and he looked up to the second floor beyond the railing where the painting of Hope hung. The painting that Fiona had made Liz and Emma for their wedding... "Liz?" Peter called, shrugging off his jacket. The manor house was large, and it was possible she wouldn't hear him, especially if she was on the third floor, or out in the conservatory. As it happened, however, she was just off to the left in their father's old office.

( The Chatty-chat )

Peter had been on the phone trying to track down Saul in Rome...which was not an easy thing, even with Gavin and Rolf's help. He'd spent so much time immersed in his own frantic little world, that the knock at the door made him answer the phone and shout, "hello!?" into it before he realised he may be going slightly mad. And it was cold outside and he should let his visitor in.

( The things you learn )

The party was beautiful. Peter was surrounded by the people he loved, and he couldn't think of anything better than that. After the year he'd had, finding he had terminal cancer, losing the battle and his memories along with it, his death, the Templar...everything. It meant so much just to be here. Just to be with them.

( Everyone has a place to go )